It's Always Pancit

Management was happy with us for some unknown reason and gave us $20 to buy something for dinner. So, what did we buy? Pancit, of course. It's always pancit.

I wish that I could blame the pancit, but I only have myself to blame. Reading and walking at the same time was not one of my better ideas. I walked into a door. The impact jammed the metal clipboard into my rib cage, causing pain now whenever I feel the need to breathe.

But that's nothing compared to last night's ordeal. At the beginning of the shift we were suddenly plunged into total darkness, except for the bright sunshine pouring through the windows. We had to endure the crisis for five, maybe six seconds until the generator kicked in. I don't know how many more catastrophic power outages like this we can stand. We all have our limits. But one thing went right. The hospital only caught on fire once tonight.

(Dr. N., best wishes at your new job. We will all miss you. Please come visit if you're in town and whatever you do, don't go to law school. Repeat after me. Medicine good. Law bad. :) )